Sometimes life is like a clock with no hands
A cycle with no movement
Calf crap get full grown
Grow into steer shite
Strainin’ my third eye
Lookin’ for insight
Searching in vain
Cuz not a faintest glimmer of enlightenment in view
So I stumble through the dark
Feelin’ way through caverns of my heart
Sleep is the cousin of death
And I am a narcoleptic
Day dreaming somnambulist
Perpetually in her presence
Melancholy mind
More often than not morbid
In mood
Predictably pale blue
Crown prince of Pluto
Progeny of prideful pharaoh
Stiffness of neck multiplied ten fold
In son’s soul so
Often find myself at odds with my creator
Even though I know
In equation of existence
He’s the divine denominator
But me and math never got along
Not enough wiggle room
Too restrictive and definitive
Abstract shades of grey
More comfortably maneuver through
Black and white borders bore me
Brutally batter bright artist’s heart
Into blank, broken bits
Prefer to meander
Amble about minefield of maybes
Those shady, secondary colors
Certainly of primary import
To me
Some of the most meaningful words
Were whispered by trees
Sylvan sentries centuries aged
Who fell, soundless
Shaking firmament furiously
Secrets of the universe transmitted in tremors
The weight of fire fully measured
Down to the most minuscule molecule
Bend ear
And you can hear
Steps to traverse the space between space
Centered slightly offshore
Adjacent to temporal seas
Sometimes life is like a clock with no hands
A cycle with no movement
Until the wall falls…

Even King Solomon,
In his full wisdom
Couldn’t crack the conundrum which is woman
But I figured out the fairer sex
By the tender age of 18
You see it all boils down to one simple fact
Grasping it leads to ultimate understanding
Apex enlightenment,
Perfected peace
The secret solution is this
They will never make sense
You will never comprehend
You will always be wrong
Such is the burden of man
But the blessing is woman herself
Possessor of highest prize
God did ever design

They say the most dangerous man
Is the one with nothing to lose
Well…
They say plenty
And generally I tend to disagree
And this instance is no different
Because he who fights with motive
Fights fiercest
When you must protect
That which you hold dearest
You draw upon a well of strength
Limitless
Your arrow flies truer
Your blade’s stroke swifter
Your spear’s edge sharper
Legs driven forward
In the face of insurmountable odds
Pushing back invading forces
Which dares to threaten
All that’s loved
Where you see a simple bean patch
You fail to see so much more
This is my heritage
Soil toiled by forefathers
Made fertile
By their force of will
Sweat, and faith
Entrusted to me
To tend til life’s end
This my legacy
That which I leave
As inheretance to my seedsIt is for this I stand
One man against many
Armored in conviction
Physically empowered by purpose

God gave me power
Power to speak life and death
Into Existence
Power to shift atmospheres
Via simply providing my presence
This Power comes from peace
That exact same peace Christ had
When he soundly slept
In the midst of the raging storm
That same peace Daniel had
As he praised his God
In presence of placid king of beasts
That same peace Hananiah, Mishael, and Azariah had
When they refused to bow
Before Nebuchadnezzar’s hubris
Facing horror of man made hell flame
And saw fourth member added to ranks
Appearing as a son of God
This is the peace that descended upon His ascension
It surpasses the confines of my rational mind
It renews my strength
It encourages my soul
Selah,
Shalom reigns
Still waters flow
Green pastures abound

I knew you loved me when you said
“Your breath stinks”
See, that was real
Because a true friend
Is unafraid to offend
You aren’t the least bit hesitant
To break that heart ever exposed on my sleeve
But you always sweep up those scattered shards
Expertly solder together shattered slivers
And insert them soundly in chest’s center
You take me to task
Holding me accountable
Before God above
Self within
World without
You call me out openly
on my excessive amounts of pseudo-philosophical excrement
Encircle me with mirrors of honesty
Until all paths of escape cease existence
And I’m fully confined
Forced to face my own failings
You sling scathing stones
Which scratch and strip bare my layers of pride
You circumvent my mechanistic defense
Disguised as intelligence
Allowing me to trip over my brilliance
Facilitating face to face meeting with my minimal common sense
Head on
When mediocrity’s enough for me
You “meh” at my meager medals
Motivating me to excellence
When I waste my wealth on harlots and wine
You kick down doors to my banquet hall
Turn table like Christ in temple
Shaming me into kingly conduct
And I know not how to repay you
Other than to clash edges
That we may both cut all the sharper
Forever more